" "Can I trust him?" mused Jack. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. "Not a syllable," replied Wild. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. Her moods were many and always striking.
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